"So who won the snowball fight?" Andy asked as he jumped on his bed at night. He had a towel around his neck that he used to dry his shower hair.

"Need to ask? Hiccup and I are unbeatable," Jack said from his own bed, his feet moving in the rhythm of the music flowing from his headphones.

"Yup. Won by a landslide." Hiccup fired his finger-gun at Jack as he flipped the pages on the book he was reading. "Too bad you weren't there, Andy."

Andy let out a tired chuckle. "Yeah, I had a lot of work to do after that."

"Arendelle keeps you guys in a tight leash, huh?" Jack said as he crossed his hands behind his head and leaned against the headboard. "Gotta say, I feel sorry for you."

Andy rolled his eyes. "It may be hard for you to understand, Frost, but she's my friend."

Elsa was one of the first friends Andy ever made, but sharing a room with Jack and Hiccup made the boys click in no time. Which meant that he had a prestigious standing point in the rivalry between the two opposite forces. Any outsider could see that they didn't stand one another, but what most forgot was that Elsa and Jack's animosity had actually needed some time to take shape. It all had started when she first sabotaged one of his schemes, and the hostility towards each other had slowly grown from there. They had clashing ideals, and Andy occasionally found himself unable to pick a side to defend. Although reason made him see things from Elsa's perspective, his free spirit found Jack's view of the world amusing, to say the least. More often than not, Andy felt torn between duties and fun.

Andy continued with a sigh, "And to be honest, I'm with her this time. You crossed the limits, Jack."

"Oh, come on! You too?" Jack snarled as he jumped off his bed. "Quit the lecture, okay? I've already heard enough from that guy." Jack pointed at Hiccup, who faked a hurt expression at being called out.

"I'm not lecturing you, calm down." Andy threw his wet towel in Jack's direction, but the other guy caught it before it could hit his face. "I know you were just trying to have a little fun, but antagonizing the student council shouldn't be the way to do it. Also, increasing our workload is not a nice move, you dick."

"What, snowball fight wasn't cool enough to your liking, Davis?" Jack threw the towel back to Andy with a brow raised and a mischievous smirk on his lips.

"Ha, ha." Andy threw the towel over his chair. "I mean it, Jack. You could get all those kids sick."

"Told you," Hiccup sang, not looking away from his book.

"Don't be so dramatic, you two." Jack rolled his eyes and let himself fall on his bed again. With his face on his pillow, he mumbled, "It's just a little bit of snow!"

"You're right. The situation was probably controlled by the Student Council."

Andy's dry comment made the other two stop and stare at the former in confusion.

"What do you mean?" Hiccup asked.

Andy looked from one guy to the other with narrowed eyes. "Oh, you know, after you made it clear that you wouldn't give up on your little game, Elsa made it so the school kitchen would prepare some tea for elementary and middle students to drink before lights out. Something like damage control, I believe."

"Whole elementary and middle? You serious?" Hiccup asked with incredulity. Elementary alone already represented a good number of students, adding middle schoolers to the math as well made Elsa's plan look impractical and almost suicidal.

"She wanted the whole school to have some, but because of the short notice, we had to limit our radius of action and cut high school off," Andy said. "The girls and I ran through the dorms giving lemon and ginger tea to all the little ones after dinner."

"That's why you were back so late," Hiccup concluded, and Andy threw him a slight smile.

"You're overreacting, kids are tougher than that," Jack said stubbornly. "And stop glorifying her like she's so much better than the rest of us."

"Uh, she actually is, Jack," Hiccup reminded his friend. "Without a doubt."

"Yeah, whatever." The silverhead rolled his eyes. "Little Miss Perfect can have that title if she wants to. I couldn't care less about it."

"Of course, because you're such a bad boy, Frost," Andy said, stifling a laugh.

"And God forbid Jack ever acts like a nice guy," Hiccup added. "Hell will freeze over before our Frosty is nice to anyone out of the warmth of his rotten heart."

"Shut up," Jack grumbled, throwing glares at the other two. He got on his feet and grabbed the blue jacket hung on the back of his chair. "All this stupid talk made me hungry. Who's up for a trip to the kitchen?"

"You just had dinner," Hiccup reminded him. "Not so long ago, I must add."

"And your point is?"

"Nah, screw it." Hiccup clicked his prosthesis back in place and stood up as well. "Coming too, Davis?"

"Someone has to keep you two out of trouble," he teased as he looked for his own coat.

"It's cute that you think you could actually do that." Jack snorted, throwing his arms around his friends' necks and pulling them towards the door. "Time for a little adventure, boys."

Violet buried her face on her pillow and snuggled holding it closer to her chest. Increasing the temperature of the heater with the remote, she said, "For future reference, tea is dangerously hot and heavy. And carrying it around is a fucking pain."

Elsa smiled at Violet's reflection as she sat at the dressing table, combing her hair. "Thanks for your help today, Vi. We couldn't have done it without you."

"Welcome to the sweet life of fixing Jack Fucking Frost's screw-ups," Astrid said between stretching exercises.

Violet mumbled something indiscernible on her pillow, making Astrid frown at her. The blonde asked, "What did you say?"

Lifting her head, Violet repeated, "I said: he's kinda cute though."

Astrid gagged. "Are you out of your mind? Jack Frost, cute?"

"What?" The brunette asked defensively. "Don't tell me you don't think that too."

"I don't, actually. And that's called fraternizing with the enemy."

"No, it's not. It's called taking note of the facts," Violet claimed with a frown. "What do you think, El?"

"Me?" Elsa jumped caught by surprise, and after a moment of frowning at the mirror, she concluded, "It's hard to see him in that light when he's acting like an idiot all the time."

"You two are so boring." Violet sighed with disappointment. "And here I thought we were about to have bonding time talking about boys."

"That is so not gonna happen," Astrid said, spreading her legs to form a 'v' shape and leaned forward until her forehead touched the floor. She took a deep breath and held her position before adding, "Besides, I thought you were taking a break from boys."

"Just because I'm going through a boy cleanse, it doesn't mean I suddenly become blind to the rest of the world, Astrid," Violet clarified matter-of-factly. "It's not like I wanna make out with Frost or anything like that. One's hotness does not make up for their stupidity."

"Wisest words that ever came out of your mouth," Astrid conceded with surprise.

Elsa laughed, shaking her head. "Come on, ladies, let's get some sleep. We have classes early in the morning, and I'm pretty sure this discussion can very much wait until tomorrow."

Astrid sighed before going to hide under her blankets. "You know what I just realized, Violet?"

"What?"

"That you have terrible taste," Astrid said before turning off the lights.

"One day, Astrid, you're going to fall head over heels for some dork, and we'll see who will be laughing then." Violet's eerie words echoed in the darkness along with Elsa's laughter.

"Just you wait, Hofferson. Just you wait..."

The cold temperatures continued during those last few weeks of classes before winter break. Huddled together for warmth, Violet, Elsa, and Astrid headed to the cafeteria for lunch when a shouting male voice caught their attention.

"Astrid!"

"You gotta be kidding me," Astrid cried as she recognized the owner of that voice.

"Astrid!"

"Uh, Astrid… Someone is calling you, in case you didn't notice." Violet looked back from over her shoulder, but the crowd was too dense for her to determine where the voice was coming from.

"Just keep walking. Pretend you didn't hear anything," Astrid said through clenched teeth, but before she could speed up the pace, she heard a clearing of a throat.

"Astrid." The nasal voice now came unmistakably from behind them, and Astrid admonisher her own bad luck.

She counted to three before turning to acknowledge the speaker with a nod. "Hiccup."

Hiccup visibly gulped. "Hey, Astrid... Hey, Astrid! Hey, Astrid!" he repeated and casually ran a hand through his auburn hair.

"Smooth," Violet fake-sneezed, earning a sharp jab to the ribs from Elsa.

Rolling her eyes, Astrid made a mental note for herself: put hot sauce on Violet's dessert next time. That should keep her tongue busy for a while.

"Bless you, Violet."

"Thank you, Hiccup, you're such a gentleman." Violet smiled with sickly sweet kindness. "If only there were more guys like you around..."

Hiccup scoffed. "Yeah, I don't know about that..."

The guy's voice trailed off, and as no reply followed his line, Hiccup seemed to struggle with what to say next. An awkward silence surrounded them, and Astrid turned to look at her two friends.

"We should—"

"Wait!" Hiccup squealed, and his face started to redden. "Uh... there's something I wanted to ask you, Astrid."

The blonde crossed her arms and stared at him with an arched eyebrow. "I'm listening."

"Uh..." the guy scratched the back of his neck, his eyes glued to the floor. "Are you going to the next city visit?"

"I suppose…"

"Cool, I was thinking we could have a coffee together, what do you—"

"Sorry, already have plans," Astrid quickly cut him off, trying to put an end to that disastrous conversation.

"Okay, so maybe—"

"Not gonna happen. Let's go eat." She turned to her friends and started pushing them towards the cafeteria.

As they left a defeated Hiccup standing there in the middle of the hallway by himself, Elsa hooked an arm around Astrid's. "You could try being nicer next time," she said in a low voice.

"I'm not generally nice to people," Astrid retorted with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

"You think he'd have given up by now..." Violet mused. "I mean, how long has he been like that?"

"Middle school, eighth grade, I guess. We had to do a stupid report together and he got all weird, doing what I believe he thought was flirting. Got worse and worse ever since."

Astrid sighed as she remembered the first time she had noticed his advances. They were alone in the library when, out of nowhere, he started wiggling around, speaking in a weirdly husky voice, and moving his thirteen-years-old body with wide hand gestures and zero grace. She thought he would eventually drop... whatever he was doing. Sweet fantasy, she couldn't be more mistaken. It was suffocating whenever she found herself alone in the same room as him, and every time he came looking for her and asked her about her day, or talked about one of their classes, or invited her to spend time with him, she felt like punching him and ripping her hair out in frustration.

"Come on, girl. Give him a chance." Violet shouldered her with a mischievous smirk on her face. "He's way cuter now than he was back in eighth grade."

"What is his deal anyway?" Astrid asked, ignoring the brunette's statement. "He can't really think I would go out with him willingly."

"I can't see why you wouldn't," Elsa said. "He's a very sweet guy."

Astrid let out a gagging noise. She said without a glimpse of hesitation,"Yeah, right. You can keep him if you really think that way."

Elsa chuckled with the shake of her head.

"Come to think of it, he's the third, right?" Violet asked with a finger tapping her chin. "Hiccup Haddock III. Which means there were other two men named Hiccup in his family." She laughed. "I always thought it was really stupid naming your son after a bodily function, especially one that's a way of your body telling you that something is wrong—talk about a bad omen!—but there were at least three different parents who wanted to name three different children with his name."

Elsa smiled, and even Astrid felt the corner of her lips moving up a little.

"Don't you have anything else to think about, Violet?" Astrid asked.

"I do, actually." Violet crossed her arms and stared firmly at Astrid. Both her eyebrows were raised in a too-innocent-to-be-real expression. "Recently, I found trying to imagine what they would look like to be pretty entertaining."

"What who would look like?"

"You and Hiccup's babies. I think they would be cute with his looks and your adorable personality—"

"Come back in here, you giant piece of shit!" Astrid yelled, her face on fire and fists darting in the brunette's direction. She caught the attention of many children with her outburst but didn't seem to notice the stares in her enraged state. "You think you're so hilarious, don't you? You—"

"Okay! That's enough, Astrid!" Elsa said, raising her voice and stepping in between the other two girls. Her eyes were wide with concern, and her hands firmly gripped Astrid's shoulders. Elsa stood between the other two until Astrid's breathing became even. Then, her eyes moved in Violet's direction. "And you, please stop."

Violet was about to open her mouth to protest, but one glare from Elsa was enough to shut her up.

Elsa sighed, finally lowering her arms. "Come on. I thought you said you were hungry."

"Well, that was smooth," Jack said, coming out of his hiding spot and watching as the three girls walked away. He and Andy had followed Hiccup when the latter had stated, in a hurry, that he had something else to do, and that the two of them should go have lunch first.

"Shut up," Hiccup grumbled with annoyance.

"Come on, is that how you talk to a concerned friend?" Jack asked with a hand on his chest. His eyes screamed sad puppy, but the smirk on his lips gave his true feelings away.

Andy started laughing but stopped at the death glare Hiccup shot in his direction. Clearing his throat, he put a friendly hand on Hiccup's shoulder. "Don't worry, buddy. You'll get over her in no time."

"That's exactly the problem!" Hiccup cried in agony. "I don't want to get over her. I-I... I really like her."

Jack stared in disbelief at Hiccup. He frowned. "You're joking."

"I'm sorry if I have feelings that go beyond your comprehension, asshole," Hiccup grumbled with contempt.

"Come on, Third. What the hell are you talking about? You're sixteen, so how about start acting like you're goddamn sixteen?"

A dry laugh left the depths of Hiccup's throat, and he raised an eyebrow at the silverhead. "And what's that supposed to mean? That I should start putting fart bags on Fredericksen's chair? Or maybe I should ditch classes because I'm suddenly craving a hotdog? Play video games in the dark until my brain explodes? Break every single school rule just because I'm bored? Be more like you?" he barked the words in a spree of anger.

Jack buried his hands deep in his pockets and lowered his head as he let Hiccup's words sink in. "Well, I wouldn't put it that way…But yeah! That's exactly what you should do!"

"What?" Both Andy and Hiccup asked at the same time.

"You're too stuck inside your own nerdy head, Third." Jack threw an arm around Hiccup's neck and started leading him back the way they had just come from. "Forget about Hofferson, we are having a guy's day today."

"Can I ask where the hell you think you're going?" Andy asked, arms crossed, brow arched, and feet rooted to the floor.

"We're going out," Jack informed and turned his head to look at the other guy. "And you are coming too, because we gotta cheer our dumped friend up."

"She didn't… She didn't dump me," Hiccup said defensively.

The silverhead laughed. "Yeah, she didn't have to go that far. The point is that she didn't agree to go out with you either. And this must be killing you right now. I mean, the girl you had a crush on forever just don't see you as anything but a complete loser."

"Gee, you really know how to make someone feel better, don't you?"

"We have a lot of things to do, so we gotta get going."

"Should I remind you that we still have classes in the afternoon? And that we are not supposed to leave school without permission?" Andy asked.

"I couldn't care less about useless classes right now."

That said, Jack proceeded down his path, taking Hiccup with him despite the latter's indignant cries of "I just wanna bury my face on soggy pasta", "Let me go, Jack", "Stop pushing me, you jerk", "Ow, my neck hurts", "Can you slow down? Disabled guy here!"...

"I'm guessing you're coming with us, right, Andy?"

"Do I have a choice?" Andy asked with a sigh.

"See, that's the beauty of free will, Andrew. You could choose to stay here for your extremely educational and nothing boring Edna Mode, The Garden Gnome's math class. Or you could come with us for the highlight of your week." Jack smirked. "Plus, you'll be making Hiccup a big favor by not letting him sink in self-pity because he will never get his girl like a fairytale prince. Not even in his dirtiest dreams."

"What about my free will, asshole?" Hiccup snarled, and Jack shushed him as they waited for Andy to make up his mind.

There was a long moment of silence, and Jack could only imagine what kind of overreacting, judgemental, and boring thoughts ran through Andy's head.

At last, and to Jack's great satisfaction, Andy mumbled with a long sigh, "I'm already regretting this."

"You're not the only one," Hiccup confided, with a nod. "I just hope we're not chased by a crazy dog this time..."

"And we better not lose our shoes again," Andy added staring at his feet. "I actually like these..."

"Stop complaining, assholes." Jack rolled his eyes. "Have I ever made you idiots regret a little adventure?"

The silverhead didn't miss the wary glances his friends exchanged with each other.

"... You want the full list, or maybe just last week's?"